Chapter 1837: Super Sweet Crescent Smile
As soon as Little Taotie spoke, the empty bowl in front of her refilled, filled to the brim with ice sugar pear soup.
Little Taotie blinked, her little dimple sinking, sweeter than the ice sugar pear soup. She jogged to the barrier, stretched her arms on the barrier as if giving it a big hug.
"Thank you, Barrier Brother!" Her sweet voice chirped, full of joy.
Ripples appeared on the barrier again, showing the caption: Cute, I’ll refill it if it’s not enough!
"Okay! Barrier Brother is so nice!" Little Taotie gave the barrier a kiss: "Smack!"
The barrier shivered, almost out of control.
The Great Elder, who was feeding the young girl in the glazed skirt soup, sensed something, frowned, and looked towards the void, his face becoming stern: "Who dares to spy on the Lion Tribe’s ancestral land?!"
He smashed his cane down.
The cane hit the ground without hitting anyone.
Ripples appeared on the barrier again, with the caption: Young ladies should be reserved!
Little Taotie blinked, her voice sweet, "But I’m a child, I kiss those I like!"
Caption: I can’t bear it.
Little Taotie blinked: "So Barrier Brother will also have bad luck?"
Little Taotie touched her small mouth: "Is my kiss a kiss of misfortune? But I kissed Hua Jinyan, and Hua Jinyan was fine, didn’t have bad luck."
Caption: Almost got hit, luckily that old lion’s cultivation isn’t high, so it’s not considered bad luck.
Little Taotie tilted her head: "So Brother can also be kissed by me? Like Hua Jinyan, won’t be unlucky?"
Caption: Stop kissing, you won’t be so lucky next time.
Little Taotie puffed her cheeks, sighed: "Alright then. Last time when Sister Xiangxiang kissed me, she tripped and fractured during a mission, Sister Yuanyuan didn’t believe the jinx, she also kissed me, and nearly choked on chips the same day..."
The little girl enumerated the misfortunes of those around her who didn’t believe the jinx, finally sighed maturely: "I told them there’d be bad luck, they just don’t believe."
Caption: The ice sugar pear soup is getting cold.
"Ah!" Little Taotie scurried to the table, sipping while squinting happily, her eyes like crescent moons, the little dimple deeply sunken as if filled with sweet ice sugar pear soup, her smile sweetness off the charts!
The ripples on the barrier disappeared, in the scene the Great Elder retrieved his cane, looked around, stroked his white beard: "Could it be my old eyes are failing?"
"Grand Grandpa, what’s wrong? Is someone intruding into the Elder’s Court?" The young girl in the glazed skirt asked curiously.
The Great Elder shook his head: "No, maybe it’s an illusion."
"Come, drink the soup quickly, it’s getting cold."
"Grand Grandpa, I can drink it myself."
"Good girl, let Grand Grandpa feed you."
The young girl in the glazed skirt couldn’t resist Grand Grandpa, sat on the high chair swinging her legs, her small mouth open waiting to be fed.
She drank one sip after another, the young girl in the glazed skirt smiled sweetly, her brows raised: "Delicious! So sweet!"
"Just soup won’t fill you up, come, taste Ninth Grandpa’s cooking, this is the brown sugar lotus root made by Ninth Grandpa, it’s sweet too!" The Ninth Elder held a crystal plate, on the plate were slices arranged like a flower of red lotus root, the nine holes of the lotus roots stuffed with white glutinous rice, sprinkled with golden osmanthus.
A plate of brown sugar lotus root also appeared in front of Little Taotie, the sweet smell wafting to her nose, a pair of golden chopsticks flew to Little Taotie’s hand, as she picked up a slice of lotus root, the young girl in the glazed skirt had already taken a bite.
Little Taotie saw her eating joyfully and smiled along, taking a gentle bite.
Both little girls inside and outside the barrier squinted their eyes, their matching big eyes completing little crescents, smiling sweetly, sweeter than the brown sugar lotus root.